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for women everywhere






for women everywhere …




they said she was opinionated.



they castigated her for not following the norm.



they dismissed her for being “loud-mouthed”.



they spoke disparagingly of her for flouting cultural, religious, sectarian narrow-minded claptrap.



they damned her for unclipping her wings, as she soared free into the open skies.



she is you.



and may you always be you …






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walking …





we walked, silently.

the only sound being the lapping of the waves.

we walked in silence.

at long last.

after a lifetime of words.

we embraced the stillness of having to say nothing at all …






standing up again









on thorny paths we scramble, we crawl, ever struggling to rise, to stand tall,


while all the while the machinations of destiny, of fate,


cut our feet, leaving us trembling as we so often trip, slashing our hopes,


yet we forge ahead with hope,

embedded deep,


so that we may stand up again,


however often we fall …








smile“, she said with a wink.

I smiled.



I still am …





love blah-de-blah








love blah-de-blah …





the essence of your soul,


distilled,


in a drop of pure rainwater,


an equilibrium,


the celestial gyrations of intersoular desires,


the 

essential elements drawn mystically together,


the quantum realms of loves past and emotions lost,


memories like cigarette burns,


tease

at first,


then 

trickle

and

smoulder,


and crash

like splintering cutglasss,


in every universe

ever inhabited,


in each drop

of every tear,


falling to the living earth,


absorbing the spirits of past bygones,


karmic destiny,


predestined theatre,


who’s left to tell ?


but yourself.


gently subtly soothingly

cleansing your mind, 


at rest

at long last.


having found the truth

within you,


a truth that seemed so distant once,


so elusive,


yet that always 

resided within you,


always,


embedded so

deep,


always remaining 

so perenially

pure,


and eternally so,


so very true …
















hopeful thoughts …





deafening

howls of hate

may

yet

be
quelled



by
knowing


believing


fairly


justly


collectively


that



you
me
him
she
her
they
us
yes us all




may still
share

a

kinder

gentler fate
but only if




i
you
her
they
him
us

yes us all



begin

anew
and then



when peace is what we all shall wage

we may then
and only then



begin to scribble afresh
new


dreams


aspirations


hopes



collectively


on
a
new

fresh page …






do you dream of me ?









do you dream of me ?






do you dream of me

as i do of you,



on sunkissed sands,


under skies of free blue,


where pain is forever banished inside a seashell,


and tomorrow no longer threatens the fires of hell.




do you dream of me,


as i do of you,


where this daily charade means something,



less showy,



and …



more true …













too idealistic ?




in this world so harsh and stark,


may we be the spark that dispels the dark.



may we hold onto each other in a warm embrace,


regardless of colour, creed, gender, or race.



may we accept that we sip from a single pond,

may we acknowledge that the spirit of uBuntu* envelopes us – in a unifying bond.



may we cherish this bounteous earth, our only home, with respect and kindness,


may we open our eyes,


and resist greed-filled corporate, personal, and governmental blindness.



may we love all, 

irrespective of who they choose to love, gay or straight,


may we accept that ignorance breeds hate, so may we banish those forces, baying at the gate.



may we teach our young that the objectification of women is not right,


may we strive to make every night, an abuse-free night.



may we face all forms of prejudice with a united stand,


may we find renewed strength by clasping a strangers hand.



may we realise that there is no place, on this planet,

 for poverty, hunger, and human despair,


may we appreciate that this world has enough for all, to from the communal orchards share.



may we start by introspection, by tearing off the blinkers of denial,


may we pursue to change that which is callous within us, even though that may be our hardest, personal trial.



may we tear down the walls that are built to divide,


may we emerge into the open fresh air,


with no longer the need to hide.





               ____________




* – ‘uBuntu’ is an isiXhosa/isiZulu concept that espouses “the belief in a universal bond of sharing that connects all humanity” – I am because we are.






in your eyes






in your eyes … … …



1.



As another day recedes,

enveloped under the shawl of night,
allow me to drown,

in your eyes.



Moments fleeting,

fickle hands of time unseeing,
allow me to seek solace,

in your eyes.



The trodden path littered with each shard,


regrets this heart wishes to discard,


so allow me to seek refuge,

in your eyes.



i have walked through twisting boulevards of life,


seeking simple joy, away from desolation, strife,


so allow me to find peace,

in your eyes.



2.



In your eyes,


i find,

the gentleness left behind,


away from superficial smiles,


away from fatigue of the walked mile.



In your eyes,


i feel,

at home at long last,


your love caressing away the restlessness of the past,


stepping out of the shadows to embrace pure contentment,


though a bit player,
in your life’s theatrical cast.



In your eyes,


i touch,

the flame of promise radiating through your loving light,


that is why,

i no longer dread,


the vacuum of encroaching night … … …






your soul









rain sweeps away tears, dispelling hidden fears, across this bleak night, with hope just out of sight,


and yet my heart glows, enveloping me warm and tight,


bathed in the exuberant radiance of your soul’s gentle light.





We are Starstuff







we are starstuff …






(inspired by Dr. Carl Sagan)




stringed, strung, cobbled together, strands of DNA sewn from the cosmic rubble,



innumerable galaxies, theoretically plausible, infinite universes side by side,



floating in the quantum cauldron, within a bubble.




flotsam and jetsam in spaces between spaces,



where time, and days, kisses and tears, fears and years,



embroider the quilt of a multitude of races.


the vastness blurring much, grinding us down at times, into cosmic dust,



yet through stoic will, through love held deep, we rebuild again from crumbling rust.



starstuff, is all we are,



hewn through eons, within us, and into the stellar void so far.


starstuff is all,


we ever were,



starstuff is from where we came to be,



just starstuff:


you, and me.



         

inspired by Dr. Carl Sagan








L O V E








her moist eyes met mine,

weaving like twisting twine,


we laughed off the years of our tangled past,


as we smiled at those still to be passed …







tangerine dreams





tangerine kisses, beneath marshmallow skies,


ignite the kindling, the tinder,


crackling, inflamed, ablaze,


hushing cacophonous day,


scattering night’s haze …





repost :  she





she comes to me, in moments desolate, the warmth of her balm a soothing pleasure under the swaying palm,


she comes to me in moments painful, her presence infusing my emptiness with sense,


she comes to me in minutes, hours, days,
and though she may be a million miles away,


it is her who quells my nights,


it is her who brings solace to my waking day.







for my dear cat who is no more …





when sad and weary,


our friends who are so hairy,


pick us up, lifting our spirits high,


wiping away tears,


as our dreams soar through the sky,


these are our friends,


more loyal than homo-sapiens for sure,


that’s why she is so special,


because when my furry friend feels I am under the weather,


she’s got the touch,


and she’s got the cure …





for women everywhere






for women everywhere …




they said she was opinionated.


they castigated her for not following the norm.


they dismissed her for being “loud-mouthed”.


they spoke disparagingly of her for flouting cultural, religious, sectarian narrow-minded claptrap.


they damned her for unclipping her wings, as she soared free into the open skies.



she is you. 



and may you always be you …





​in love with hope








​in love with hope …



she comes to me,

offering solace, gentle words whispered in my ear,


she placates me,

her words a tender caress, dispelling fear,


she seduces me, as sure as she breathes fire into my soul,


she teases me, offering glimpses of the promise of being whole,


she heals me, when i’m down, battered blue black,


she picks me up, shuffling my self as bones achingly crack.




in love with her, i know now, without her, i would not cope,


in love with her, i know now, she is abiding hope,


hope lives,

hope breathes,


always … 















for Ché



(14 June 1928 – 9 October 1967)



The Wind Carries His Name.




They shot him down,
to silence a man of flesh and bone.


Even as the bullets tore through him,


the wind carried his name.





Far across the weary fields,
high above the stubborn peaks,


over the blood soaked streams,


the wind carried his name.




They shot him down,


to silence a man of flesh and bone.



Yet the wind carries his name,


to you and to me,


to them and to us.




They shot him down,


but his name resounds,


as it floats on the breeze.




They still try to shoot him down


to silence us all, 


to stifle an ideal.




But the wind cannot be stilled,


and the wind carries his name.


Ché





(50th Anniversary of the assassination of Ché)
               _________
my Chè tattoo – right arm

if i only could










if i could …




if i could sip the nectar of your honey-soaked lips, etching poems on your burnished skin with my fingertips,



if i could embrace you, enveloping your body whole, whispering odes to love mined deep from my famished soul,


if i could share this desolate life turned true by your side, no longer fleeing, nor searching for places to hide,


if i could, if i only could.


i would …






freeversing the blues



freeversing the blues …






tears trickle down far too many a cheek,

while bigotry and hate like raw sewage reek,

down these cellophane faces in plastic towns,

while hope in the well of misery drowns.




the fractured spirits never seem to mend,

even when swallowing the latest trend,

gagging at the emptiness of last week’s buys,

desperately polishing facades while the barren heart cries.




we crawl as we trawl the roads for joy,

spitting yesterdays away like some overused toy,

fleeting moments never savoured whatever the ploy,

we become the enemies we seek to destroy.




why do we slam the doors shut on faces hungry and needy,

don’t we already have it all for us to be so callously greedy,

while we suck the blood and drink the tears of the ones we chase away,

condemning them to ghettoes in which they absolutely must stay.




when will we excise the demons on which apathy feeds,

will we ever kill off sweatshops serving our wants and not our needs,

will we ever stop putting guns in children’s hands,

will we perpetuate the lie of where the tomahawk missile really lands.




what grotesque metamorphosis have we been subjected to,

where we whistle down corridors oblivious, blinded to all that is true,

throttling the many for the benefit of the few,

all the while supping on heaving tables as if we don’t have a clue.




will we continue to feign ignorance of marital, partner, and child sexual abuse,

discarding each fractured soul as if they were stale news,

blindly turning our heads and thusly perpetuating male hetero-patriarchy,

keeping the blinkers on, while banishing the sordid truth we pretend not to see.




when will people of colour all around the world be seen, as human beings and not merely chattel,

as people, as a part of humanity, and not as some half-bred form of vassal,

to be used and discarded like stale garbage that needs to be trashed,

while on single malt whisky we gleefully get smashed …




… and when will all the world share in the bounties of this earth,



so that we may truly bring a more equitable, a more fair, a more just world to birth.










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